Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.